blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 73 - the scanger hunt - part two (the dome)

"You look comical in my oversized shirt driving my oversized truck," I joke lightly from the passenger seat.

It's strange watching him drive my truck. He's more than capable of handling the machine due to my small stint behind bars, but that doesn't change the fact of how it just swallows him up.

"Shut it, Harold," he replies not taking his eyes off of the road. He's so careful.

"Tell me your favorite color?" I ask suddenly.

"What?"

"Tell me your favorite color," I repeat again slightly louder.

"You've asked me this already," he retorts stubbornly. I breathe out a small breath of air, slightly annoyed with his reluctance. The street is less than a mile away, and I swear if we miss it, then this will all be for nothing.

"Blue," I groan under my breath, causing him to look sideways at me quickly. He smacks his lips lightly, but doesn't fight me as he answers.

"Yellow," he finally speaks as the street name comes into view. I smile slightly, my small annoyance with the raven-haired boy floating away.

"Turn down Yellow Ave," I direct, growing giddy inside. My stomach is fluttering lightly as he whips the vehicle on to the rough road. The truck shakes somewhat violently on the open road. Society is long gone now by now. We've been driving for a bit trying to understand one another. Up until now he hasn't been very curious as to what we are doing. Up until now he hasn't irritated me.

It's so hard to plan surprises for someone that has to be aware of everything. Parker very rarely let's himself lose control of his thoughts and actions. I've come to learn that it's a part of the reason why he doesn't drink. I respect it. I love it. I admire it. But just not right now. For right now, I just need him to relinquish himself to me. I think he's slowly starting to realize that.

"Okay. Stop here, baby," I breathe as soon as the large tree comes into view. The quieting down of my engine brings in a desolate air. Only the loud sounds of crickets chirping can be heard from inside of the large truck.

"Harry, what are we doing here?" he questions, looking around at the wide space.

"We're walking," I start, hopping out of the car speedily to help him out from the driver's seat. Sadly, he's aware of my motives beforehand and has jumped down to the ground himself. This time without trouble.

Well, there goes being a gentleman.

Sticking to the plan, I take his hand in mine and at a normal pace begin to walk under the moonlight. The stars are ever bright tonight. Out here on the open land with Park seems magical. I look down at his little frame beside me, scrunching my eyebrows in frustration.

"Blue, look at me," I begin softly.

"Stop worrying, baby. For once, just clear your mind and enjoy this. You've been so stressed and worried lately over all of the wrong things. Tonight is just about me and you, okay?" I lean down to kiss his forehead tenderly before continuing in the direction we were walking in.

"Tell me your favorite animal," I start.

"That also happens to be my own, as it's tattooed across my chest plate."

"Well, there's no point in me saying it if yo-,"

"Park," I groan, my annoyance coming back.

"The sparrow," he breathes.

"Good, now," I begin, lifting my t-shirt to show my torso. The sparrows pointing towards one another come into view instantly. The night air is chilly against my skin but bearable; I've experienced worse. In the distance, a family of hares are hopping away to their homes. If I didn't know better, I'd say that they were in danger. Their speed is incredible!